There was a young gunslinger named Johnny
Who the ladies thought was oh so bonny
‘Tis wasn’t a shame, what he did
Leading a charge against his homestead
With his plans made to fill High Riders with lead.
His father and brother watched in awe
As young Johnny flew his horse
Name of Barranca, of course
Down the mountains, across the glens, soaring fences
Fell to the ground, Johnny fooled them all, quiet as a mouse.
With Murdoch and Scott looking on in shock
The High Riders made their play
Lancers defended, their feet indeed, not made of clay
Why even Johnny sat up, shot a whole lot
Completing his penance, no longer would he roam.
Even today, the mere mention of Johnny & Scott
Makes ladies’ twitter as their hearts flip and flutter
The sound of the boys’ voices smoother than butter
Causes ladies to purr, moon and swoon
Over which brother they would better like to spoon!
Patti – March 14, 2010